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Melting Pot

Исполнитель: Pitbull f Trick Daddy

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(Verse 1)<br>I`m not a thug<br>No, no, no, no<br>I`m not a gangsta<br>But I won`t hesitate<br>To cock back, bust and point blank ya<br>Lord thank ya<br>I`m like that coke and weed<br>When it burn slow<br>Motherfucker I`ll stank ya<br>Thats what I been<br>Taught on these streets<br>Aint a god damn thing<br>That can`t be bought on these streets<br>You want a life gone<br>That could be done<br>I`m like a nigga that did ten years<br>I`m eager to come<br>In the game<br>And do more than entertain<br>I`m loco in the brain<br>I`m that man with the methods<br>And I always bring the pain<br>They know me out here<br>All these bitches cocaine<br>Cause they blow me out here<br>I`m always out here<br>Y`all keep it real<br>But I keep it realer<br>Ima make my first mill off the deal<br>But I`m still gon be labeled<br>A cuban dope dealer<br>I`m just statin the facts<br>Motherfucker<br><br>(Chorus)<br>I hang with Puerto Ricans and<br>Haitian killers and<br>Cuban dope dealers<br>And these here my niggaz<br>I ride for `em<br>And god dammit I`d die for `em (2X)<br><br>(Verse 2)<br>I got that really foul<br>Kung flo flow<br>I`m tryna get that really foul<br>Kung do doe<br>But you dont know me homie<br>So dont judge me<br>I rep the real Miami<br>Thats why the city loves me<br>The feds wanna bug me<br>Haters wanna slug me<br>I thank God<br>Cause he`s the only thing thats above me<br>Y`all gon feel me till it hurts<br>Like<br>Losin your family over someone elses work<br>Or<br>Losin your case cause your co-defendent chirped<br>Or<br>Losin your brain cause them thangs done burped<br>It gets worse<br>This is for those<br>That`ll never see the sun again<br>That`ll pick through shit<br>For a balloon just to get it in<br>This is what was fed to him<br>This is why the game let him in here<br>Being me (me)<br>Being Pit (Pit)<br>Being It<br>Pitbull and Trick (Trick)<br>Both from the down south<br>Bitch we from the bottom, shit<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>(Verse 3) - Trick Daddy<br>Lord your son got problems<br>And I know that you know<br>Cause you made this all possible<br>I live a dangerous ass life you know<br>So I thank you for your doctors and your hospitals<br>Thank God for the thugs too<br>He understand what these drugs do<br>He wanna see us all pull through<br>But only if niggaz in the hood knew<br>Hell, prayin ain`t wrong<br>But the sqeezin trigger<br>Could you go kill a innocent man<br>While these weak niggaz grillin his end<br>They tellin ya dawg<br>Reducin they buisness<br>If I wasnt doin this<br>Then I`d go do him in<br>Cause if he was dead<br>He couldnt say he knew me then<br>For them niggaz who lie<br>When they pull me in<br>Its in the same older cell that they threw me in<br>And I just pray for `em<br><br>(Chorus)

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